She also didn't think she could do much real work there, after all she had no equipment at home. She also didn't know how she would get on with a nake...d slave in her flat, being in such proximity with one, she wasn't a bossy girl and having another girl there could be intimating. On the other hand she wasn’t being made a slave herself, well not yet anyway, so she left the office all grateful thanking the man profusely for his understanding and patience.An hour later she was stood in front of a. My son said the same." Is he at Woodridge too?" No. Oasis, but he's in his first year of uni now."Nodding hurts less. "I nearly went to Oasis, but Woodridge is closer." I sigh. "Maybe if I had, I wouldn't be here." Are the kids bullying you?" No," I shoot back. "Well, sort of. It's my own fault."She soothes my temple again. I half wish she wouldn't, but her touch is so tender I want to burst. Her thumb brushes away a tear from my damp cheek and my spine tingles as she rests her hand on. “Distantly, but still…” Raven added.“Raven… you are a waitress here, right? You don’t strip?” I asked her.~~~My phone vibrated. It was Daisy. It read… With clients right now.I thought: 'Clients?'~~~Meanwhile…“Uh, about that…” Lillian chimed in.“Oh, shit, another one?” I asked.“Actually, all of us got forced to try out by our boss when this became ‘The Factory.’ Some of us are dancers, some are waitresses and bartenders like myself.” Lillian said.“Sometimes I’m a waitress, sometimes I strip.. Janice lies on the floor for a few moments, rubbing a hand across her throat. For the briefest of seconds she had felt powerful, indestructible. She felt like she could take on this woman and maybe escape. But then in that one brief instance, she saw just how weak she really is. She knows who is in charge. She will have to accept that, but it doesn’t mean she is done fighting.‘What will you have me do?’ Janice asks, trying to hold back any and all malice from her voice.‘Beth,’ the woman.